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The Unexpected: A Lily and James Story! by Emms16

Format: Novel
Chapters: 36
Word Count: 168,086

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language

Genres: Romance
Characters: James
Pairings: James/Lily

First Published: 12/13/2002
Last Chapter: 06/19/2003
Last Updated: 08/24/2005


Chapter 7: The Quidditch Tryouts









The day of the Quidditch tryouts was finally here. Lily could hardly contain her excitement. She couldn’t believe that James was actually going to let her ride his Comet 360, the fastest, greatest broom on the market.

For the last week, she had made extra sure that he had held fast to his promise, asking him excitedly at meal times, and in between classes.

He would just smile, with a shake of his head, and when she would demand an answer, she would receive a laugh, and a quick: ‘of course, Lily Flower’.

She could almost fell the cool wind in her hair. The pleasurable thoughts, as she flew around the Quidditch pitch, the wind whipping her long hair behind her head, completely free, and unconstrained.

She felt her lips curve upwards in a large grin at her thoughts. God, what she wouldn’t do for a broomstick of her own?

May sneezed loudly from next to her, causing Lily to nearly jump out of her skin. It was really no wonder that she had fallen into a daydream; she was stranded in A history of magic class. Professor Binns was rambling about God knows what, most of the class was either not paying attention, lobbing balled up pieces of parchment at each other, or sleeping peacefully on their pile of large text books.

Lily twirled her pencil between her thumb and forefinger, staring off into space.

Professor Binns seemed unfazed by the lack of attention his students were giving. His class was excruciatingly boring, even Sandy Checkman, the smartest Hufflepuff witch in the entire school was nodding off over her desk, her quill poised in the note taking position over the parchment.

Lily flicked her red hair over her shoulder, and tapped her food anxiously. She wet her lips, and glanced at her Muggle wristwatch, watching the larger hand slowly move toward the 12, about thirty seconds left.

She quickly snapped her book shut, and began to stuff everything in her sac.

The bell finally rang, cutting off Professor Binns off at one of his long explanations, but her and May flung their book bags over their shoulders, and bolted for the door as quickly as possible.

“Ugh! That class is pure and utter hell!” whimpered May.

Lily laughed, and slowed her pace. They only had one class left until Lily got to fly!

“What’s up? Why are you so happy?” May asked, giving Lily a sidelong glance.

Lily grinned as a warm fuzzy feeling blossomed in the pit of her stomach. “Oh, I get to fly on James’s broom tonight,” she said happily.

“Do you now?” May asked, looking worried. “Why’s he letting you?”

“Well, Quidditch try outs are tonight, and I told him how much I loved to fly, but couldn’t have my own broom. So, he offered to let me fly on his if I came and watched the tryouts.”

May smiled, turning to Lily, “can I come? I have nothing else to do tonight.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” said Lily, shrugging.

“Hey, Lily Flower! May!” a deep voice sounded from behind her. Lily and May stopped and turned in the direction of the voices.

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter were cutting a wide path through the crowd of students.

Lily looked at May, trying to gage her thoughts. May was smiling as she watched the boys approach. Lily smiled, before turning to the boys herself.

“Hey, guys,” said Lily, with a slight wave, as the boys caught up to them.

“Why’d you guys run out of Binns’s class like the devil was hot on your heels?” Sirius asked grinning madly.

“Well, that class, could be considered hell, now couldn’t it?” asked May, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The others chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“We’re gonna walk with you down to transfiguration, do ya mind?” asked James.

“No,” said Lily quietly. James smiled, and began walking with her down the corridor.

“So Lily, you are coming to the Quidditch tryouts tonight, aren’t you?” asked James, with a huge smile playing on his lips.

Lily looked at him wide-eyed, trying to see if he was serious. “Do you even have to ask?”

James chuckled. The rest of the group was behind them, as they continued walking through the crowds of students rushing to their classes.

“Do you know what time to be there at?” James asked, looking down at the gorgeous redhead.

“7:30, They start!” Lily chanted.

James chuckled, and shook his head. “Yep,” he said with a nod.

A loud laugh punctuated the conversation, and Lily and James turned around to see what was going on. Sirius was walking with May, his arm around her shoulders, and she was making no effort to remove them. She was smiling, actually smiling, bright red, but smiling all the same. Sirius was laughing, his cat eyes crinkled in amusement.

Remus and Peter looked over at James and Lily and shared a bewildered look.

“Ok then-not going to ask,” said James, turning hastily around.

“Good, I wasn’t going to tell you anyway, Prongs,” said Sirius, smiling happily.

Lily turned a few seconds later, and ran to caught up with a long-legged James. She couldn’t help the smile beginning to grow on her face. May seemed to be warming up to the Marauders, especially Sirius. She couldn’t be happier; she’d finally opened up a little to someone that wasn’t Lily or her grandparents. But then, Lily wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, May had a reputation for if she got to close to someone, she would get scared, and back off. She hoped this was different. She hoped Sirius wouldn’t do something stupid to shut her down again. She walked side by side with James to the transfiguration class room, not realizing just how close they really were, and how James had his hand on the small of her back.


Lily and May sat bundled up in the stands of the Quidditch pitch at 7:30 that night. On the ground, near the locker rooms, they could see many red cloaked Gryffindor students out waiting for the tryouts to start.

“Where are they?” asked May, becoming annoyed. “It’s getting cold.”

“Well, it is October,” said Lily.

“Yes I know that,” said May sarcastically.

“You can go back to the castle if you want too. But I want to stay, I will get my chance to fly,” said Lily seriously.

“No, I’m staying with you,” said May, hugging her jacket tighter to her body.

Lily smiled, she knew that part of her reasoning for staying here in the cold was to keep her company, but the other part of her reasoning was to watch a certain beater on the team.

Just then the door to the locker rooms opened, and the seven players walked out on their brooms. Lily watched as the miniature figure of James addressed the people that wanted to tryout for the team. His messy hair was even messier, do to the winds that had picked up. Lily watched as the students were separated into people trying out for chaser and beater.

The team beaters all took the students that would be trying out for that position, and the chasers took the students trying out for that position.

The only positions that were open were for one beater, and one chaser. Sirius would give the tryouts for the beaters, and Andrea McCormick, and Dana Whiten would give the tryouts for the chasers.


James looked up into the stands for red hair. He couldn’t find her. ‘She said that she would come.’ He thought looking disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” Sirius nudged James in his side.

“Nothing,” lied James, “go do your drills.”

Then he hopped on his broom, and took off into the air. The wind rushed through his hair and he instantly felt the tension his muscles had acquired during the week slowly unravel. This was one of the reasons why he loved to fly.

Something caught his eye, and he looked up into the stands. It was she and May. He smiled, and turned the nose of his broom gently down, soaring down to them.

“Hey, you came! I was worried for a minute,” said James as he reached them. He landed in the stands next to Lily, and plopped down next to her.

“Um…James, don’t you have to go conduct the tryouts or something?” asked Lily, her eyes crinkling in confusion.

“No, the beaters, and chasers do that, I watch, and see who’s the best. Sirius then tells me who he thought the best was, then the chasers tell me, and I make the decision based on what I’m told, and what I saw,” James said, his eyes glued on a second year dodging a bludger, which Sirius had pelted at him.

“Oh, that…um…sux.”

James chuckled, “yea, I guess. I always feel bad telling people they didn’t make the team, they always look so sad.”

“I can imagine,” said Lily. “I don’t know what I’d do if I found out that I wouldn’t be getting my own set of Quidditch robes,” she giggled. “Can I see your broom?” she asked, excitedly.

James chuckled lightly, and handed his broom to her.

She took it from his out stretched hands, and rested it on her lap.

“So, you like the robes?” He glanced at her quickly, before diverting his attention to a third year, trying out for chaser, drop the quaffle.

“Only yours, because it says CAPTAIN on the back!” she grinned, still gazing at the polished wood in her hand.

“May, look at the handle on this!” Lily nudged her friend. There was no response. Her eyes were glued on a certain quidditch player. “MAY!” shouted Lily.

May snapped out of it, and looked at a smirking Lily.

“Look at this handle,” Lily repeated.

“Is that James’s broom?” asked May, stupidly.

“Yes May, where have you been for the past five minutes?” Lily teased quietly as she watched May grow red.

She decided to give her friend a break and turned back to James, handing him the broom gently. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” James waved it off with a smile. Thankfully, he had completely missed the conversation between Lily and May.

Lily smiled and watched the rest of the tryouts. She liked watching people play Quidditch. It seemed like it was always a fight for your life, hurtling through the air at top speed, throwing balls to one another, almost being knocked off your broom by a bludger that was launched at you for just that purpose. It was fun to watch, not to experience.

When tryouts finally came to an end, Sirius, and the Chasers all flew up to where James was sitting. Which was unlucky for Lily and May whom were sitting next to him. They were sweaty, and smelled like sweat, and outdoors, not a good combination.

“So, who do you think?” asked James. Sirius glanced at May and Lily. There were beads of sweat clinging to his dark hair. He grinned at May.

“Hey May, Lily.” He winked at them, before turning back to James.

“Did you see Ralph Bigter? He was probably the best,” said Sirius.

“Yea, I did, I would have to agree.” He took out a small spiral notepad and a pencil from his pocket, and jotted down the name.

“How about you?” James asked turning to the other chasers.

“We would have to say Doug Rick. He flew very well, and didn’t drop the quaffle once,” they replied.

“And the others did?” asked James.

“Most of them dropped it at least once.”

“Ok, I only saw five people drop it.”

“There were eight trying out, so you didn’t miss much.” Andrea and Dana smiled at him. He quickly jotted down the name they gave him.

“Ok, that’s all then, everyone can leave, and get cleaned up,” said James, snapping his little notebook closed, and tucking it back in the pocket of his Quidditch robes.

The girls glanced at him and Sirius one more time before taking off toward the locker rooms.

“Ok, we’re done. You can have your ride,” said James, handing Lily his broom. Her face broke into a large smile.

“Thank you so much, James!” She leaned over and hugged him briefly, before flinging her legs over the broom, and pushing off of the cement ground. She soared high into the darkening pitch. James’s eyes followed her as she glided gracefully through the evening sky. He sat down were he had been sitting for the tryouts, and watched her. She was so beautiful. The look on her face was priceless; it was utmost relaxation, and pleasure. She would put on a burst of speed, and flew high in to the sky. She zoomed around the stadium like she was born to do it. Her beautiful dark red hair, flying out behind her like a curtain in the night air.

James heard Sirius give a low whistle beside him.

“Damn, that girl can fly,” said Sirius, watching Lily in awe.

“Yes, she can,” said James. He felt a knot in his stomach, begin to form, and tighten as he watched her zoom by, leaning slightly on the broom, urging it to go faster with a determined look gracing her features.


Sirius looked at his friend, and shook his head. He was falling in love, and he didn’t even know it. He was staring, transfixed at Lily Evans, with a dreamy expression clouding his face. He’d never seen James so…taken with anyone, let alone a girl. He smiled, and settled for harassing May.

He turned to her, and sat down next in Lily’s old position in between James and May.

May crinkled her nose, and looked at him as he flung his arm around her shoulders.

“You know May, You’re very quiet right now.”

“Yes, and you’re very offensive right now,” said May, seriously, pinching her nose shut, and began breathing through her mouth.

Sirius laughed maniacally and pulled May’s face into his sweaty quidditch robe covered chest. “Better?”

May tried to struggle, but ended up laughing instead. “Let me go, I can’t breath.” She weakly tried to push him away from her. Sirius chuckled, and released her.

“Now, go take a shower,” said May smiling.

Sirius stood up. “Yes mama,” he said, saluting her, “one more hug I think, for the road.” He walked closer with his arms wide open, but May ran under his outstretched arm, teetering close to the edge of the stands.

“No I don’t think so,” she laughed.

Sirius jumped for her, and pulled her into a hug. “Ugh…you really stink,” she said, trying to hold her breath.

Sirius laughed and stepped back to grab his broom. He hopped on. “Need a ride down?” he asked, hovering just outside of the stands.

May looked nervous. “Er…no,” she said flatly, backing up from her short wall blocking her off from certain death.

“You sure.”

“Quite,” she answered.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re afraid to fly aren’t you?”

May blushed furiously. “So? What if I am.”

“You can’t be afraid to fly if I’m with you.”

“There’s even more reason for me not to fly,” said May.

Sirius laughed. “Aww, come on, I won’t let you fall. How else are you going to get down?”

“Like every other sane person, I’ll climb the stairs down.”

“But where’s the adventure in that?” he smirked.

May rolled her eyes. “Fine, but I want to be right on the ground in less than a minute,” she said seriously.

Sirius noticed that she was shaking. “Come on, get on in front of me, I’ll hold on to you, so you won’t fall,” he said, reaching for her hand.

May looked over at James for help, but he was preoccupied with watching Lily zoom across the pitch.

“Come on, you won’t die,” said Sirius, as she grabbed his hand. She climbed on his broom in front of him.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.” May chanted, as she settled herself against Sirius’s chest. She shut her eyes tightly, and felt Sirius’s arms wrap around her waist.

“Ok hold on,” Sirius’s voice said close to her ear. His breath tickling her ear, causing weird thing to her senses.

She clutched the broom’s handle until her knuckles were white.

“Bye James,” Sirius said loudly to get his attention.

James looked up, his eyes slightly glazed.

“I’m taking her to the ground. Then, I’m going to take a shower.”

“Ok,” said James, “I’ll wait for Lily.” He pointed to the airborne redhead now circling one of the goal posts.

“I know,” Sirius smirked, and kicked off the stands and into the air. May’s shriek of fright pinched Sirius’s eardrums, and he tightened his grasp around May’s waist. “Would you calm down? I’m not going to drop you!”


James looked back up to Lily, and decided that it was probably time to head back in anyway. It was getting really cold, and it was almost completely dark.

“Hey Lils!” shouted James, his cold hands forming a circle around his mouth.

Lily flew right next to him in the stand and looked at him. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement, and her red hair was wild with being wind blown. Her cheeks were pink with cold, and the activity, and she looked generally happy.

“We have to go in soon, or the professors will get pissed,” said James.

“Ok, that’s fine. We can go back now, I’m getting kind of cold anyway,” said Lily. She landed, and handed James his broom back.

“Thank you so much for the ride.”

James smiled. “No problem.”

He hopped on and realized that there was no way for Lily to get down unless she walked down, so he looked down at her, and asked.

“Er….Lils, you want a ride down to the ground?” asked James quietly.

Lily hesitated, before swinging her leg over the handle, and holding James around his middle.

A whole colony of butterflies seemed to have found a way into his stomach as he felt her small arms grip him tightly. He felt her lean into him, and almost forgot to breathe. He tried not to think about how great she felt, and how they seemed to fit together perfectly.

“Thanks,” she whispered, close to his ear. A tingle shot down his spine, at the feeling of her warm breath on his ear.

“No problem,” James managed quietly, taking off into the night sky, toward Hogwarts castle.